As Eliezer goes throughout the journey of hell, he goes through several camps of harsh treatment that no man can even think of. When he arrived at the new camp of Buna he described it as if it was the cold-hearted soul of a graveyard: "The camp looked as though it had been through an epidemic; empty and dead." (Pg.47). When Wiesel hears the word camp, he has an understanding of a horrifying prison with death instead of nature that creeps up on him like a devil filled with a heart of pure bloody torture. However, most of us, including myself, hear the word camp and think of an outside, adventurous experience living in a tent with the only fear of a bear or a small spider. We think of a relaxing, vacation like, village to have picnics, go out hunting and live in the beautiful hands of Mother- Nature. As Eliezer goes deeper in his reality nightmare, he finds that the never-ending torture keeps on getting worse over time: "The gates of the camp opened. It seemed as though an even darker night was waiting for us on the other side." (Pg.84). Well Eliezer was right. The other side was a darker hole filled with a devils bloody soul. They first went to camp Gleiwitz after a long snowy cold march and then …show more content…
Eliezer and his father were told that they have to work and as they listened to the SS officers they saw a sign saying “Warning! Danger of Death. Was there a single place where one was not in danger of death?” (pg.40) Like most of us, if we ever saw that sign we would think of a construction area or an electrical line area. When I hear the word death I also think of a death in the family or that someone in the world just died. I may also think that everybody dies and I can die tomorrow or today. But for Eliezer, Life and death are like a joke that they hate with passion. When they were called for roll call one day, three people were going to be hanged and one of them was a child. When they were hanged, Eliezer had to look at them closely and then he saw them and said “…he remained for more than half an hour, lingering between life and death, writhing before our eyes.” (pg. 65) This is what life and death meant for Wiesel. It was either I die to today or I live in torture worse than the devils hell. When he heard the word life he thought of how his life went from a simple fun life to a grim reality of hell. How he has the worse life possible, but there